Dean was convinced that his body was simply not made for that. His stomach twisted and turned, making growling sounds as he draped an arm over it, trying to fight back the nausea.
There had to be a better way to teleport.
He had only a few moment to take in their surroundings – the second the spotted a door that led to what looked like a bathroom, he made a dash for it, locating the toilet in a split second and raising the lid, then proceeding to empty out his stomach.
ky’lar knew that this would happen; going from one place to another in instants was taxing on most bodies. to some, they just had a slight hangover, and other’s got sick to their stomachs.
dean, seemed to be the latter in that regard, and it was why he used the moments that dean was in the rest room to grab two beers. it wasn’t out of courtesy for the other, but rather, it was a habit that he never could fully get rid of. plus, maybe it would distracting him from the more pressing concern of having a hunter in his hotel room.
either way, he placed both of the beer’s on the table as he sat down in one of the chairs. for now, he simply had to wait until dean was done getting sick, and then they could move onto business ( or so he hoped at least ).
Hellfirebound 